Desert Oasis

If I were to have
my very own genie
to grant me three wishes,
as in days of old,
I would ask for but one-
let not this new-found bliss
come to an end,
although it is said
all good things must.

And even as I bask, 
sated in my enchanted oasis
dark clouds loom on the horizon.
Unpleasantries, complications
( those things that must be dealt with.)
taint what joy I have gleaned
while caught in a whirlwind.
Yet, I have my solace and guide
midst lashing grains of sand
- my desert star shines brightly.

And so, I grasp what positive
drifts my way,
salvage what I can
this " shipwreck" just another
episode
of a bizarre life.

But I do not complain
only ponder my future
and hope to play my cards 
wisely- carefully.
While sometimes I think
of Shakespeare's tangled web
wondering,
am I spider or prey?